Yaz

It's getting kind of hard to believe things are going to get better I've been drowning too long to believe that the tide's going to turn And I've been living too hard to believe that things are going to get easier now I'm still trying to shake off the pain from the lessons I've learned I will let this world know: How much I love you-- die...die...die! I can't.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed your night of man- * * * * ting. Could you send me that $1000 you owe me now - or did you stuff it down the shorts of a Hooters girl?

I woke up this morning thinking of you. I know you went to that 21st party last night, and the first image when I woke up was of you waking up with your arm around another girl. A dark haried girl with skanky black hair. When we argued, you said the break up could've been much worse. I wondered then what you were thinking, or if you were threatening me. And then this morning it hit - you are more of a coward than I thought. You wanted other people, you thought the grass was greener. You didn't tell me to save my feelings. I hate you for that. You are a coward, just a scum sucking coward. The truth would be better than hoping you'll change your mind over the past 4 weeks, and come back to me. You have no idea how much pain you've caused. I miss you, and I love you, but I deserve more than you. I hate myself for missing you, you are not worth my feelings. I'm not going ot cry for you, I'm going to cry for the person I thought you were. And I'm going to cry because I pity you and every other girl you manage to screw around. One day, someone will break your heart. I hope you'll think of me. I won't be thinking of you.